Do I hear what I think I'm hearing?
Do I see the signs I think I see? Or is this just a fantasy?
Is it true that the beast is waking
Stirring in his restless sleep tonight In the pale moonlight
In the grip of this cold December
You and I have reason to remember
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
The songs that you and I don't sing
They blow their horns and march along
They drum their drums and look so strong
You'd think that nothing in the world was wrong
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
The songs that you and I won't sing
Let's not look the other way Taking a chance
'Cause if the bugler starts to play
We too must dance
What's that sound, what's that dreadful rumble?
Won't somebody tell me what I hear?
In the distance but drawing near Is it only a storm approaching?
All that thunder and the blinding light In the winter night In the grip of this cold December
You and I have reason to remember
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
The songs that you and I don't sing
They blow their horns and march along
They drum their drums and look so strong
You'd think that nothing in the world was wrong
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
The songs that you and I won't sing
Let's not look the other way Taking a chance
'Cause if the bugler starts to play
We too must dance Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
The songs that you and I won't sing
Let's not look the other way Taking a chance
'Cause if the bugler starts to play We too must dance